The Life Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Ach, ka-nelk, ka-chica, ka-dick 

Sub Drex (uh yeah, one two) 

Mmm, haha, yeah we headed up there baby 

Sky's the limit(yeah) 

Way up in the sky 

Once in a lifetime 

You only get one chance, one chance 

(You like that shit) 

One chance to dance 

And then it's over 

Check it, from catchin buses and cabs 

Pen and pads in the lav 

Sippin genuine drafts and no cash 

I ain't the first and I'll be damned if I'm the last 

Roosevelt drive, clay courts from Cliffs to AZ 

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El Drex: 

Aiyyo wassup how you feel Me I'm chill 

But I'm still tryin to make a mill Inside Sharon Hill 

>From where I stand I see it's time to expand 

To foreign lands for hundreds of grands and white sands 

You know it's about that time 

Niggaz set and prepare your rhymes 

Start off and a little after nine, bump n grind 

Sexual, young intellectual 

With a whole lot of life to live, just a child 

El Drex: 

It's 2-5-2-5 little town of shit 

You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit 

I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town 

Cuz I'm down by law and I'm from Tha Deuce Pound 

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Having to survive living in the life 

Got to stay alive living in the life 

Have to survive 

Living in the life 

El Drex: 

Yo, so how you want it, you want silence or violence 

Plus, me and my crew shine like the N on New Balance 

The most talent where girls fly 

They hopin champagne gets pop and it don't stop 

These jealous cat cut G's keroodle with top 

We can cruise the city block like yachts 

Y'all niggaz worse than the cops 

Before I smoke, I tote my first tote 

A fool or here sneakin young bulls red bulls 

Me K-I-D, the elite MC 

>From the hill, got my top chopped by a tree 

On the hill, too young to flare one 

It's all about rhymes and fair ones 

Show me the mic and bust like a flair gun 

Don't shove me or push me, I give sucka punches 

Now what's the deal 

El Drex: 

You sucka cats be wildin and wanna fool now 

And pull the tool now Why can't we keep it on the cool now 

I make a new route to get my crew out My peeps no doubt 

And then when school out, it probably when the album's due out 

And when you see me, the cream from my pocket ooze out 

Forever player and winner and never lose out 

Kurupt (El Drex): 

Tell me do you remember (Yeah, I remember back when) 

When Conway Park (Yeah, I remember back then) 

Sneakin in the firehouse, the fun begins (Next week, instead of then) 

And I'm be sneakin again 

See back in the day, it was all about flows 

Coolin out the T-la rock and mic stroll 

I go next door to see my nigga Man Bang 

Sneak in the basement, couple sips of Ing Bing 

I feel all right, I could rock all night 

No plots and schemes, just million dollar dreams 

Money like a mothafucka Homie gimme mine's paid 

I come stompin like a parade, the escapade 

Psychotic anolyisis as I consume a whole carton of mushrooms 

We clear sight, the day lights like the night 

A closet full of Franklin's, a G's paradise 

A nice 40 ounce of O-E on ice 

Precise poetical poltergeist on mics 

El Drex: 

Well, it's the El baby, baby The El baby baby 

The one that rocks you so well baby baby 

Many brains I feed, another thought conceive 

Yes indeed Drex ya heed will make yo body bleed 

The intellectual seed, knowledge be growin like weeds 

Money stash from crack, you can't determine the speed 

I'm a rap fiend, they gleams like the head of Carene 

I'm extreme but never fade like acid jeans, I mean 

I see more green than builders, feel this dilga enthrill ya 

Stay tough like armadilgas and that's on the for real-a 

Pop dukes will call me killer casualties with ease 

The world will spend a million G's savin dyin MC's 

Now you got mad love for Shahi Raffi 

I'm in knee deep and peace the bull and meet me 

Kurupt: To my nigga Kel El, Escoball, what all up in this piece 

(to end with Kurupt talking) 

El Drex: 2-5-2-5 little town of shit 

You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit 

I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town 

Cuz I'm down by law and I'm from Tha Deuce Pound 

Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound 

A town with no recreation 

And when we grab the mic We formally rock the nation